Running with Heidi

She came from oil money

And a mansion made of gold,

She bought her books and backpack

And enrolled.

She declared modern art

And she pledged Delta Chi,

And she threaded the needle

In a Mustang '65.

And I saw her at the counter,

Sellin' Christian Dior,

And I saw her in the stagelights

At the feet of Pussy Galore;

You could say that's nothing special,

Why that's just the girl next door;

But when you're runnin' with Heidi

You know there's always more.

When the feds were closing in,

They took off in the night;

They were three states gone before

The morning light.

Every phone was tapped, every room was bugged,

There were roadblocks all the way;

And the choppers searched the highways

From Guatemala to L.A.

And I saw her, I'm almost certain,

At a gas pump with her friends,

Suntanned from the highway,

Her dreadlocks in the wind;

Heading for some tomorrow

That she could not even begin,

But when you're runnin' with Heidi

You don't turn back again.